The Aftermath.

This quarantine has left us wrecked

Mental illness we can no longer neglect 

nearly everyone has become depressed 

family bonds have been put to the test

This level of trauma is hard to bare 

We were nowhere near prepared

People say this might happen again in the future

Hopefully it’s just a rumor 

Only time will tell

Hopefully we can break this spell

I wish we could be sure 

Because it is not something I wish to re-endure 

Even when this clears

I will still live in fear

With a pantry fully stocked

a secret stash of hand sanitizer locked 

Maybe then I won’t be so shocked 

People have died

Yet some believe it’s all a big lie 

The way this seems to work

I am sure it will lurk 

In the back of our minds it will stay 

Until it comes back one day